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15 August 2005 @ 05:10 pm
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Alright....so here we are...the first post. Shall I be the one to open up this community with the first chapter of my Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic?

Title: To My Enemy I've Come To Love
Author: Me
Fandom: Didn't I specify Yu-Gi-Oh?
Pairings: Eventual Seto/Yami, little hints of Ryou/Yami
Genre: DRAMA! ^^ and Romance too
Rating: T for now...
Chapters: 1/?
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh...sadly.
Summary: Seto, Marik, Otogi and Ryou are the 4 Kings at Meio High, a school for the elite. Enter Yami, a student there on a scholarship just trying to stay alive. The 4 Kings think they own everyone and everything but Yami is out to show them that they don't own him..

Chapter One:

The wind blew coldly, scattering the dried leaves across the pavement. Yami Mutou stood at the gates to Meio Private High, breathing in the crisp autumn air. Another day of classes were ready to greet him as he walked through those heavy iron gates. He shifted his bag to the other shoulder as he walked past the fountain that stood in front of the school. Making his way inside the building, Yami quickly walked to his locker to get his books.


Yami turned around and saw his best friend, Jounouchi Katsuya walking towards him, a huge grin on his face. “Hey, Jou,” Yami said, slamming the metal locker closed and spinning the combination lock.

“What’s up?” Jou asked.

“Nothing really, although I just found out that I have to work late night shifts too,” Yami said, making a face.

“Man, that sucks,” Jou said. “You’re working too hard, relax.”
Yami shook his head. “I can’t,” he said. “You know my scholarship only pays for a little bit. I have to come up with the difference. I can’t very well ask Ji-chan to help because he’s also putting Yugi through school.”

“Right,” Jou said. “So how is the little squirt?”

Yami smiled. “When he’s not annoying me about this place, he’s got his head buried under those Duel Monsters cards.”

“Can’t blame him,” Jou said. “Heard you were top duelist at Domino High.”

Yami shrugged. “It’s all the past now, Jou,” he said. He started walking down the still empty halls. But he knew that soon, the other students would be filing in and the hallways would be filled the chatter of voices. And with those students they would arrive as well.

They were Kaiba Seto, Otogi Ryuuji, Ishtar Marik and Bakura Ryou were known as the 4 Kings of Meio High. They were the richest of all the students at Meio. In fact, each owned a portion of the school, which was why they never bothered to follow the rules that were set there.

Yami could say that he didn’t like any of the guys in that particular group. The arrogant attitudes they displayed to everyone grated on Yami’s nerves. Of course what could he do against them? What could anyone do? No one in their right mind would dare clash swords with any of them lest they wanted to be expelled from the school. But of course Yami was different from all the other students here.

Shaking his head, Yami made his way towards his classroom, his books tucked under his arms.

“Yami,” Jou called out.

Yami turned towards his friend. “Yes?” he asked.

“They’re here,” Jou said, looking down a different hallway.

Yami shrugged. “Let’s get to class,” he said. He continued walking the same way he had been, only a little faster. If he could help it, he preferred not to have any interaction with the 4 Kings.


Kaiba Seto strolled through the hallways, leading his group through the school to make his way to class. It wasn’t that he needed to go to class, he practically owned the school, but he liked to intimidate the other students. On his left, Ishtar Marik and on his right, Otogi Ryuuji, both enjoyed torturing the other students as much as he did. Bringing up the back of the pack was Bakura Ryou, the quiet member of their group who wasn’t quite as bad as the other three.

“Hey Seto,” Marik said. “Isn’t that blonde what’s his name’s friend?”

“That transfer student with the freaky hair?” Otogi asked.

Seto shrugged. “Whatever, they aren’t important,” he said. “Waste of my time and money.” His sapphire blue eyes narrowed slightly as they approached Jou. He didn’t know some one like him could have gotten into the school and managed to stay alive.

“Yo Kaiba,” Jou greeted with a grin on his face.

Seto kept walking, not acknowledging Jou’s presence. Otogi answered for him. “Don’t bother,” he said. The four made their way down the same hallway Yami was currently walking down.

“Hey, it’s that transfer student,” Marik said.

Seto merely nodded and continued walking towards Yami, who was trying very hard to ignore the voices that were coming closer. Reaching to adjust the books under his arm, Yami rounded a corner and walked into his classroom.

“Hey Yami,” another one of his friends greeted him.

“Hey Honda,” Yami said, sliding into his seat.

“You hear about the cruise that’s coming up?” Honda asked, twirling a pencil lazily between his fingers.

“No,” Yami said. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not going anyways.”

“Come on,” Honda said. “You need some fun in your life.”

Yami shook his head. “I can’t,” he said. “I can’t afford to go.”

He placed his books on his desk and placed his head on top of his books. It was tough balancing work and school. Last night Yami had stayed up into the wee hours of the morning finishing all the schoolwork his teachers had assigned.

“You okay Yami?” Honda asked, genuinely concerned for the tri-colored teen.

“Probably dying from starvation,” a voice cut in.

Yami jerked his head up and narrowed his crimson eyes, “That’s not true,” he growled to Seto, who was leaning against the door to the classroom. “What are you doing here?”

Seto sauntered up to Yami, looking down at the other. “It’s my school, I can be wherever I please,” Seto said haughtily.

Yami glared at the blue-eyed teen. “Get out,” he said.

“This is hilarious,” Seto said, turning to the others. “Did you hear that? He told me to get out.”

“Lost his mind,” Marik said. “You know who you’re dealing with?”

“I know,” Yami said boredly. “4 Kings, owners of the school, Their Majesties of Meio High. Who doesn’t know you?”

“Then you should know that we could have you expelled from this school,” Otogi stepped up and said.

A flash of fear went through Yami’s eyes. He liked it at Meio High and had worked so hard to get here. He wasn’t about to let a couple of rich, spoiled people have control over him. “Is that a threat?” he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.

“You’re poor and stupid?” Seto said.

Yami stood up quickly, his hands clenched into fists. “Shut up,” he said. “You don’t know anything.”

“You made him defensive, Kaiba,” Marik noted with a slight smile.

“And I care how?” Seto asked, turning to Marik. “Nothing but dirt under my feet.” He turned back to Yami, full smirk on his face.

Yami had had enough of Seto’s comments and arrogance. He strode quickly over to Seto and delivered a swift punch to that smirking face. He felt satisfaction in the action and watched as the taller teen staggered, placing a hand over the wounded flesh.

“Bastard,” Seto hissed. “You dare to raise a hand to me?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Yami said angrily.

Seto just stared at Yami for a moment. Marik and Otogi advanced on the smaller teen, fists ready to deliver the same treatment Yami had just dealt Seto. Two fists connected with Yami’s body. One fist landed on his face, striking hard enough to split his lip and the other made its way to his stomach. Yami grimaced and doubled over. “Stop,” Seto said, holding both boys back. “Let’s go.”

“You’re just going to let him go?” Marik asked.

“What’s the deal?” Otogi asked. “Usually you’d let us finish the job.”

“I said let’s go,” Seto said firmly, turning around and walking out of the classroom. Marik and Otogi shrugged and followed.

Ryou stayed behind and watched as Yami straightened out and winced as he sat down, wiping the blood from his lip. He walked over to Yami and held out a white handkerchief. “You’re still bleeding,” Ryou said quietly.

Yami just stared at Ryou unbelievingly. A member of the 4 Kings was actually being nice? Yami felt a small amount of respect bubble up inside him for this seemingly gentler teen. The large brown eyes seemed so much warmer than that jerk with the blue eyes. “Thank you,” Yami said, taking the cloth and holding it to his lip. “I’ll return it once I’ve washed it.”

Ryou shook his head. “Keep it,” he said. Without another word, Ryou made his way out of the classroom to follow the rest of the group.

Yami stared at after Ryou, still holding the white handkerchief. Honda watched the last of the 4 Kings leave before turning to Yami.

“You okay?” Honda asked. He had been too frightened of Seto to try and stand up for Yami. He did not want to get a red tag from those four.

A red tag was a warning the 4 Kings gave any student if he or she ever pissed any of the members off. It had been common that after a student received a red tag, they were tormented and harassed by other students. Rumors were started and eventually, the student disappeared from the school. Rumors flew around that students had been ‘taken care of’ by the four or simply the student was forced to drop out. Whatever the case was, Honda did not want to be on the receiving end of one of those.

“I’m fine,” Yami said.

“Yami be careful,” Honda warned. “You wouldn’t want a red tag.”

“I said I wasn’t scared of them, Honda,” Yami said. “A piece of paper isn’t gong to get me to quit.”

Just then, Jou walked into the classroom and took one look at Yami holding a reddening handkerchief to his lip. “Yo Yami, what happened?” he asked.

“The four creeps were here,” Honda said. “Yami kicked one of their asses though.”

“I did not,” Yami said. “Kaiba just pushed it too far.”

“You hit a member of the 4 Kings?” Jou asked, his eyes wide.

Yami shrugged. “No big deal,” he said.

“Of course it’s a big deal, bud,” Jou said, staring at Yami. “You…”

“I know what I did Jou,” Yami said calmly. “Don’t talk about it.”

“It’ll be all over the school,” Honda said.

“Enough,” Yami said. “Don’t talk about it anymore. I mean it.”

Jou and Honda looked at each other and just shrugged.


Seto sat down at his desk, holding a bag of ice to his cheek. Damn, that transfer student packed quite a bit of power in that punch. Even though he was angry that someone who was as poor as Yami had managed to hurt him, a smiled played on the brunet’s lips.

“What are you smiling about Kaiba?” Marik asked.

“He’s really not scared,” Seto said.

“Yeah, that punk,” Otogi said.

“It’ll be fun…toying with him,” Seto said, placing the ice down and lacing his fingers together. “We’ll teach him to be afraid of us and why we are the 4 Kings.”

“It might not work,” Ryou said quietly.

Seto turned to stare at Ryou, his blue eyes shining dangerously. “And how do you know this, Bakura?” Seto said.

“He’s different from the others,” Ryou said. He gave a shrug and looked back at Seto. “Just don’t be disappointed.”

“You on his side now, Bakura?” Marik asked. “Maybe we should give you a red tag along with that punk.”

Bakura merely lowered his gaze to the floor. “Just a precaution,” he said. He stood and walked out of the room.

“What’s up with him?” Otogi asked.

“Whatever,” Seto said. “Let’s go make that bastard’s life hell.” He stood up and walked out of the room with Marik and Otogi in tow.

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